This is a fictional piece of work. The characters are fictional and any resemblance to real events or people is completely coincidental.
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My Buddy the Marine -- by Scott
I was really excited for my friend Steve to return from the Marines. He had enlisted right out of college. We were really good friends, we had played sports together while in high school and did a lot of stuff together through high school and college, except have sex. I came out to Steve in my sophomore year of high school, and while most of my other teammates and friends kind of brushed me off, Steve remained right by my side. When others teased me about being gay, he always stuck up for me.
Now there was no denying that Steve was straight as an arrow. I know between our sophomore and senior years of high school had had fucked at least fifty girls, and had three girlfriends during the time too. He was a catch, and a lot of girls in our high school, as well as other schools in the area wanted to snag him, even if it was just for a night.
Before we go any further, let me describe him. Steve is 6 foot 3, and weighs about 220 pounds. In high school, starting with football, we had seen each other grow and `blossom'. Sophomore year, he was about 5'10, but by our senior year he had grown to just over six feet. By our freshman year of college, he was at 6'3". The thing I noticed the most was how his body had really filled out. He was always solidly built. I mean big pipes in the arms, a nice chest, and a six pack. These muscles just continued to grow along with his body and by the time we hit college, he was just a beast. I, on the other hand was just under 6 foot tall and weighed 195 pounds. I had a more athletic build. I had muscle, but nowhere near the caliber that Steve possessed.
I knew why all the ladies wanted to be with him. He was very hot! To go along with his looks, he was one of the nicest guys you ever met. He usually dressed in jeans that seemed to hug his ass and show off a hint in the front. His t-shirts were always tight around the chest and biceps. I know to many he was just another meathead, but he wasn't anything like a lot of the other guys on the team who were built and assholes.
The one thing about Steve that I knew got around school, both high school and college; Steve had a 9 inch dick. I had seen him soft in the showers and knew that he hung around 5 inches when he was soft. I had seen him hard a couple times when he'd stay over and I saw him with morning wood. He slept on his back, so I always was able to see it poking his tighty whities in the morning. He always seemed to kick off his blankets during the night. So many times I just wanted to go over there and touch it, jerk it, suck it, and put it up my ass, but I never did because I was scared of losing him as a friend.
I was always amazed at how at ease he was knowing that I was gay. I mean, he never seemed to act differently to me than he did with any of his other friends. We'd wrestle around, play sports, go out on the town together. During freshman year of college, they put us together in the dorms because we were from the same city and had been known to be friends. I lived with one of the men of my dreams throughout college. We got a two bedroom apartment after freshman year, and lived together all the way through graduation. I had heard him have sex with plenty of girls during our time living together. There were times in the dorms when he'd bring a girl back and tell her I was asleep. I would watch the whole time they were having sex and would sometimes see him pull out and cum on her when he wasn't wearing a condom.
I had seen him naked a lot and it never seemed to bother him. It was funny because he never seemed to mind that one would be in the shower, the other would shave, or do other duties in the bathroom. We had seen each other in the showers after football and track. It never seemed to faze him and he always seemed very confident in who he was. I think that is one thing that both turned me on and frustrated me because I knew there never would be a chance with him.
So as you can imagine, after college, I was a little hurt to know my best friend was going off to the Marines. He said he wanted to explore the world, and going into the military would be a way for him to see the world and get paid for it. I tried the best I could to be happy for him and encourage him, but deep down inside, I felt as though a part of me was being torn out.
Before he left, we had a big party for him. It was funny as hell to see all the girls that came to the party that night. I think each of them was itching to be the last piece of ass Steve would get before he shipped off to basic training. I had moved into a one bedroom apartment back in our home city, and Steve said he wanted to pass out at my house that night, because he really didn't want his parents to see him drunk. They were a straight laced Christian family, and would be very hurt if they had seen him like that.
As the party was winding down, I told Steve that I was feeling pretty drunk and that I was going to make my way home. I would keep the door unlocked so he could come in and pass out on the couch when he got back to my place. He was dancing with four different girls through the night and I knew that one of them was going to get hammered by him on my couch. Sure enough, an hour after I got home, I was awakened by Steve and two girls laughing and trying to shhhh each other to keep me from waking up. I had left my door open because I really wanted to hear him nailing the girl.
After about 20 minutes, I started to hear some groans and I knew that they were definitely getting it on. I walked quietly to my door and saw him on the couch, naked, with a blonde on her knees in front of him giving him head. His head was rolled back and his muscles were glimmering in the moonlight that was coming through the window right behind him. I knew from experience, that there was no way he could see me in the door because my side of the building was pitch dark. One of the girls had passed out on the floor, but Steve was having the time of his life with this blonde. I saw him fuck her in at least 10 different positions. I was amazed at how long he was lasting. She was moaning pretty loud and he kept telling her she needed to be quiet so I wouldn't wake up. Too late for that my man.
After about 10 minutes of him fucking her, I decided to take my cock out and jerk off to the scene in front of me. In my mind it was me that he was fucking, knowing deep inside that it would never happen. About 10 minutes later, he had her in a doggy style and quickly pulled out and shot his load on her. I was amazed at how far he shot it. Literally it went over her head about a good two feet and landed on the arm of my couch. With that, I proceeded to cum and dumped my load into my palm. I licked it up, pretending it was his load that I was licking.
The girls got up and left about an hour later. I woke up hearing them leave. I went to the door and locked it. I looked over on the couch and saw him passed out on his back, naked as a bird, and his cock was still in a half hard state. I also noticed that his cock still had a couple of drops of cum on it. I walked over to the couch and nudged him a little to see if he was awake. He was stone cold passed out. I then proceeded to put my finger onto the tip of his cock and let the drops of cum transfer to my finger. I quickly brought it to my tongue and tasted his semen for the first time. It tasted so good and I was memorized at how much it turned me on. I was getting hard just thinking of him dumping that load into my mouth instead of on that girls back. I wanted one other thing before he left. I wanted to feel his hard cock in my hand.
I reached down again and noticed his cock was still in a not soft, not hard state. It wasn't sticking out, but it was definitely longer and fuller than his usual soft state. I reached down and took it in my hand and started to play with it along with his balls in my other hand. Not about a minute later, it responded by growing to its full glory. 9 inches of hard meat in my hands and was at least 5-6 inches around. No wonder the girls liked getting fucked by this hottie!
I threw all caution to the wind and stroked him harder and harder. I could tell his body was reacting to the strokes I was giving him. I spit in my hands and was rubbing his balls as I would give his cock quick strokes just at the head, then long strokes over his whole cock. I was so turned on, that after about 5 minutes of doing this, I was close to cumming and I wasn't even touching my own cock. I kept looking up at his face to make sure he hadn't woken up. It seemed that the alcohol was keeping him asleep. The next thing I did surprised me, but it was something I had wanted to do for a long time. I just bent down and took him in my mouth. I had wanted to do this for almost 9 years and now I had this monster in my mouth. There was no turning back now.
I stroked the bottom part of his shaft as I kept putting more and more of him into my mouth. I would also play with is balls every now and again. I even at one time put my finger down towards his ass to see if I could get a finger in there.
Steve's body seemed to react to the pleasure as his breathing increased and his muscles seemed to tighten. I knew it wouldn't be long and I would really have his load going down my throat. As he was getting close, I was able to get my index finger into his hole. Imagine my surprise when all of a sudden I felt two hands on the top of my head push me completely down the shaft of his cock. At the same time he pushed my head down, my mouth was filled with his juices. I looked up at his face and sure enough, his eyes were fixed right on mine. His cum tasted sweet, and even though he had just unloaded his cock about an hour and a half prior, the mass of his cum was great. Quite a bit of hit was leaking from the sides of my mouth and I couldn't contain it all or swallow it all.
After his orgasm subsided, Steve let go of my head and allowed me to come up off of his cock. He had a huge smile on his face and was giggling off and on. The comment I heard next surprised the hell out of me. "I had waited all these years for you to do this, and now right before I leave you decide to take a chance."
"You wanted me to do this?"
"Hell yeah!" he responded, "I had always heard that gay guys give better head than girls, and now I can honestly tell you, they are completely correct! Dude, I just never thought of asking you, because I didn't want things to get weird between us. But I will say this: I am really glad you took the chance and sucked me off. That was quite honestly, the best head I've ever received!" He had a huge smile on his face and pulled me up to lay on top of him. "Little buddy... I hope this is not the last time you will suck this cock of mine"
I was flabbergasted that he was happy that I sucked his cock. I felt angry with the knowledge now that had I just taken the chance over the past 9 years, I could have had his cock a long time ago.
I gave him a blow job again the next morning before he was to depart for basic. This time I was able to run my hands all over his body. To feel those muscles in my hands, tensing and relaxing as I was giving him head. I allowed him to push his cock all the way into my throat and cum into my mouth again. I licked every drop that had escaped from my lips again, savoring its taste and knowing it came from my best friend. I knew he was straight as an arrow, but he didn't seem to mind letting me give him a blow job either.
He got up, took a shower and we went out to breakfast before he was to report for duty. He asked me if I could drive him, as he didn't want his parents crying and slobbering over him as he was leaving. I told him I would.
As we were saying our "Later's" what he said surprised me and gave me a tingling in my body. "Now that you know I am open to letting you have your fun on Steve Junior, when I come back, I expect you to take care of it when I am not getting any pussy!"
"Absolutely Steve. I would be happy to. And thanks for being such an awesome best friend. I would have never imagined that would have ever happened, but I think it's definitely brought us closer because we did."
"I agree." He said, "And I can't wait for many more of those times to come in the future. You are my best friend. We'll keep in touch. I have your address and I will write.. and please keep in touch. I know it will get lonely at times, and I really want to hear from you."
"Oh don't worry about that." I said, "You will receive mail and packages from me for sure."
With that, an officer came out and told him that it was time for him to get ready to board the bus. We shook hands and he gave me a quick man hug. "I love you man. You are my best friend and I've never told you. It's not a gay love, it's a brotherly love. I'll see ya when I get back home on leave." With that, he got on board the bus.
It literally took all of me to not start crying at that moment. My heart seemed to grow 100% and the love I felt inside was overwhelming. I mean, I always felt like he was my brother and now, that friendship has grown deeper. After the bus departed, I felt a tear run down my face. One lady saw me and came up and gave me a hug. She asked me who I had seen off. "My best friend and brother" I responded and she said he'll be alright. It's tough to let go.
"If she only knew." I thought.
It's been just over 9 months now that he has been gone. He had written in his last letter that he was coming home for 2 weeks and really couldn't wait to see me, raise some hell and have some fun. We agreed we would take a small trip together and I already put in for vacation time for a week off from work. It was all set and now I just waited for his arrival back home.
Steve was coming home.
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